Letra da Música: Who Prospers? - Satanic Surfers

Its this sord of entertainment
That makes me feel like throwing up
Like a chronic disease in its final stage
This crap is turnig from bad to worse
Extremes are normal when normality's so extreme
But cold it be its not quite what seems?

Tell me who prospers...
When we televise to stupify
And supersize our ignorance

Can we, as viewers not see that we're being kept
Indulgent and inept?
By strangling the intellect
They tighten the leash and quechen the thirst from knowlagement

Like a cancer eating away on our collective consciousness
Like a chronic disease in its final stage
This crap is turnig from bad to worse
Extremes are normal when normality's so extreme
But cold it be its not quite what seems?

Tell me who prospers...
When we televise to stupify
And supersize our ignorance

Can we, as viewers not see that we're being kept
Indulgent and inept?
By strangling the intellect
They tighten the leash and quechen the thirst from knowlagement

In a glow of enthusiasm
The public at large
Keeps warm by the radiance of the television
A blank stare.. Filling life with purposes
Numbing entertainment, masshypnosis
To comfort and sedate
And passify the masses